CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Barbara Ellen

'Twas early, early in the spring
When the rose buds they were swellin'
Young William on his death bed lay
All for the love of Barbry Ellen

He sent a servant to the town
To the town where she was dwellin'
Saying, "my master's sick, and he sends for you
If you be Barbry Ellen"

So slow, slowly she got up
And slowly she went to him
Though all she said when she got there
"Young man, I fear you're dying"

"Oh yes, I'm sick, I'm dreadful sick
I hear the dead wind tumbling
And no better, no better will I ever be
If I can't have Barbry Ellen"

"Well I remember that distant night
Down in the logwood tavern
You danced and sang with a lady fair
You slighted Barbry Ellen"